Words

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Another quiet night
A perfect time to write
Staring at a blank page
Like an empty stage
Something is missing
A feeling, a thing
I do not know
It ruins the flow

Words starting to form
In my head, that storm
Which to adore
And which no more
Time to write it down
Like picking jewels for a crown
The page not blank anymore
What else could I ask for?

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